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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 10:39 pm
Calder was laying on Barth's couch, belly down, tail up, wearing pants. His black hair was untidy, and his dress shirt wrinkled. A bouquet of flowers were half eaten on the table, and Calder chewed on a stem, staring at the radio before reaching out and turning it off. The days seemed long when you didn't want to do anything, and Calder glanced over at Barth who was dead to the world asleep in one of his many armchairs. His gentle breathing was much better background noise, and reaching over, he took cushion and brought it over to hug, turning to his side and staring at an opposing wall. He'd just slept for several hours, and didn't want to go out and do anything. His limbs still hurt, and he knew his face looked bad. Even worse, he just didn't know what to do with himself, and he felt emotionally fragile.
He continued to chew on the stem until was gone, and swallowed. Maybe he should go crawl in Barth's bed under all his pillows and never come out again?
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 10:58 pm
With Calder gone, Christof had been keep up with a daily routine of clearing the clutter out of Barth's room. It was amazing how much of a mes the Sloth could make even just over night. As he backed in with supplies under arm, he froze in surprise at the sight of the Kelpie. "Hrnn?" The question grunted could have been anything along the lines of, "you are back?" or "Did you have a good trip?" or alternatively, "Where have you been," or " What are you doing here."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:02 pm
Calder had reached out, plucking another flower from the vase when he heard a commotion at the door. Looking over the backrest of the couch, he saw Christof. Ears going down, he tried to drop down and hide from view before he could be seen, but the grunt said he was noticed.
Turning as he sat, he rose his head back up to look over the backrest of the couch to the Igor, trying to pretend things were fine. "I'm back." He managed weakly, his voice not very well used the past few days, and still feeling a bit raw. Of course Calder hadn't expected company or maybe he would have tried to brush his hair, or fix his clothes, or maybe hide the bandages on his limbs, or the bruise about his eyes, or the fact his eyes were a bit puffy. He hadn't checked the mirror to avoid looking at the mess he was. He tried to tell himself he didn't care.
Reaching out, he grabbed another pillow to place on his legs where the bandages were as if he was just making himself comfortable.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:32 pm
The Kelpie's quietly dampened spirits were enough to raise alarms to the Igor who frowned. It had been too long for any lasting injuries from their recent excursion. Christof set the cleaning supplies down on a somewhat cleared table before lurching toward him, eyes narrowed. He might not have noticed the bandages, but he did note the pillow moving gesture and the darkness around his eyes. "Someone-bully-you? Will-crush-them. Make-them-spare-parts. Tell." He signed with a pressing grunt.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 12:08 am
He took another pillow and held it to his chest, smiling with a forced, small chuckle as he read his friend's determined solution to solve all problems through violence. It was cute, but he didn't have the heart to lecture Christof that there were other ways. "Murchadh would eat you alive." He told the boil, pressing himself back against the plush couch.
His expression grew serious as he chewed on the flower he was making a snack out of without Barth's say on the matter. Some ghouls ate eyescream. Calder ate flowers. "This is just clan tradition." To force out all enemies and strangers, and make an example out of those that betrayed the clan.
The thought made him hold large, plush cushion more closely to his chest. He didn't like Christof looking at him, and instead decided to use his simple mind against him. "How are you? Taking care of Amrita?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 11:53 pm
"Stupid-tradition," He started to sign, but his hands froze and his face went red as he grunted, nodded, and pretended to be interested in his tidying supplies. He waited a few moments, hoping Calder would glance away before signing against his chest, "Has-been-sleeping-over-frequently."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 12:10 am
It was times like this that Christof not talking was good, and Calder breathed out. No explanation aside from the basic. Calder watched the Igor get back to work, and envied his simple life. Christof, despite his flaws at times, seemed to have it easier at times. Always having a plan and keeping busy.
But Calder wasn't a Igor.
Sighing, he slowly finished the flower he was chewing and laid back down on the couch, hissing only once when he adjusted his legs and then resumed laying like a lazy mound on the couch, reaching back to tug on his pants a moment. Pouting, he looked over at Barth who was still sleeping, and then over at the kitchen.
Damn. Kitchen was far off. "You've been taking care of Barth. Thank you. I'm..sure he was worried...right?" He called back, not looking at Barth as he looked around.
Looking back at the vase, Calder leaned over, took the flowers out to set on the table, and started to drink the water.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:25 pm
Christof gave a grunt, that could have been a ys or a no. Barth was... a faithful sort of person. He had faith that things would work themselves out. The Sloth also had a very skewed sense of time.
The hunchback, meanwhile, realized guiltily that he hadn't even noticed his friend's absence.
Lips pursed, he turned back to the kelpie to sign where he could see it, "Glad-you-are-back. Much-to-do."
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:43 pm
Setting the vase back, he wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and sat back, taking his cushion and leaning back. The grunt was not assuring, and he looked at Christof, then at Barth, then down at the cushion in his lap. "That's a yes, right? Right? Yeah, that's a yes. Yes. Gotta be a yes." Calder was petting the cushion, trying to force down wave upon wave of doubt and waving uncertainty. Barth would be with him, and they'd graduate, and be together. He wouldn't be alone. Not now that he didn't have a clan.
"Yes....gotta be a yes."
When Christof came back to his vision, the kelpie stopped his cushion petting to read his hands. "To...do? What....what can I do? What do we have to do?" He grew worried, ears dropping as he held the cushion to his chest. "I'm not good at doing things? I'm not good." He couldn't do anything. He wasn't strong.
He leaned down and bite the cushion, giving a low whine as looked around. Barth was still sleeping. Barth didn't say they had anything to do?
"Can't we just sit?" Scooting, he patted the space next to him on the couch. "We can take a nap. Won't that be nice?" He needed a cuddle.
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